Listen To What He Says Poem by Amar Agarwala

You listen to the birds and bees,
And to the wind amongst the trees,
Hear pedestrian worldly din
But hark not to a corpse's pleas.

Do pause a moment by your way,
The fellow has something to say,
His dialects purer than gold
Sans a farthing you need to pay.

He says no gloom you've ever seen,
More morbid than where he has been,
A dungeon dark in Hades cave,
Far gruesome than what words can mean.

He'd happily exchange your coat,
And set sail on life's mystic boat,
Caring not for the storms he'd face,
That would upon his journey smote.

He knows men see the other side,
As verdant valley's lush and wide,
It's sad they only discover,
This glaring myth when they have died.

Once he too was eager to be,
A part of this cemetery,
How wrong he was for he now feels,
Imprisoned till eternity.

He promulgates this somber truth,
From his subterranean booth,
Alas men have no time to spare
Deceived by life's alluring couth!
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